A/N: This is a drabble-ish (key word: "ish") sequel to my oneshot How To Avoid Your Family and Other Conversations. It's wise to read that first, or this doesn't make much sense.
Peter was late for his shift, Hesam thought, but he didn't appear to mind much. He was grinning like an idiot and walking with a spring in his step Hesam had never seen there before. As he hopped up into the cab of the ambulance, he stuffed a Post-it note into his shirt pocket.
"What's got you all bouncy all of a sudden?" Hesam asked.
Peter grinned. "I've got a date," he said smugly.
Hesam wasn't sure how to reply to that, so he settled for starting the engine. As he pulled out of the bay, he couldn't help but wonder, How the hell did he manage that?